Did not make it to the Mountains. Instead I toured the coast.
So I did not make it to the Mountains. Instead I decided to go to the coast cause I thought there were going to be waves. I drove out to a part of the coast that I have never been to in Baja. It was so dry out there nothing at all could grow. Reminds me of what it would be like to drive on the moon.
I wanted to make it out to this beach called Playa Malarrimo. It is supposed to be a beach combers paradise. A current in the Pacific deposits all the oceans trash onto this beach. People tell tales of finding cases of scotch, oars, KFC baskets, a whole motercycle. Well after driving for two hours in 4 wheel drive through a bunch of sand dunes, this is as close as I got. You can see the beach off in the distance another few miles, but that last hill was to steep for me. I camped on top of the hill. I had been following some huge tracks all the way out there. I soon found out what it was. I was a giant military 4×4 transport vehicle. A bunch of military guys rolled up who were patrolling the beach. They looked at me like I was crazy to be all the way out there by myself. I told them I had my dog to protect me.
That night hunter got his first glimpse of a coyote. After dark he starte growling and I looked out the back of the truck and saw a coyote run by. His growel turned into a whimper when he saw it. He was up the rest of the night growling at them. I had some seriously weird dreams that night.
The next morning we were greated with a glorious sun rise, and found out that wet sand had covered everything that was left outside. After cleaning everything off I repacked and decided to leave. I started the truck up checked everything put it inot gear and gave it some gas. it would only barely lurch forward. I put it into reverse and it would not move. It actually made a sound like a horn honking. I dropped it inot 4 Low and florred it. It broke loose and chugged out of the caming spot back onto the road. It was then that I realized that I had the parking break on the whole time.
After that I made camp on the western most tip of Baja. It is called Punta Eugenia. I finally worked out my awning. Still no waves.
I camped in this weird abandoned camp of some sort. I like the design of the buildings.
For my birthday I spent most of the day touring empty coastline in search of waves.
I finally ended up in Punta Abreojos. I got a couple days of fun waste to shoulder high waves. I really saw the potential of this spot, and would like to surf it on a larger swell.
I checked the surf report and nothing is on tap so I think now I will head to the mountains. While packing up camp I found the largest scorpion I have seen chilling underneath by camp kitchen.